Chapter 06: Ticking Clock
Note: Probably there are tons of hints of unintentional multi-pairings in this fics, such as Mikoto/Anna, Reishi/Seri, Reishi/Fushimi, Kusanagi/Mikoto, Mikoto/Totsuka everywhere, because I just love to write my little guilty pleasures, showing that our beloved Kings are loved and are capable to love lots of people. LOL.
Sorry for a very, terribly late update. Last month was too exhausting. I got a very important entrance exam and draining full-time work to attend. But I get lots of holiday on this month, so I can update much faster. No, I don't forget about this fic and I have full intention in finishing it, trust me. ^_^
And my country and home internet connection decide to ban as well as manga online websites. How lovely. As if they can stop underage kids from reading mature material somehow. Damn it. This law only gives me more trouble than security for future generations. Fools.
"One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life." - Kahlil Gibran
Kusanagi sighed as he thoroughly wiped clean his beloved crystal wine glass collections. Ever since the day on the stadium, Mikoto had been in the worst mood ever. While they tried to apprehend the Colorless King with all their might, even Scepter 4 and HOMRA stood no chance in capturing the wanted trio. The perception manipulation of the strain girl disrupted their line of communications, causing lack of coordination among themselves and even injured Black Dog posed to be great problem in getting a hold on the evil King. Mikoto had crumbled down half of the stadium into pile of dust with a single strike of his fire storm (Seri sent him quite a furious objection by voice message afterward, to his dismay) and yet they were able to slip through them. And now they were back to square one of their investigation.
Since the night when Totsuka and Blue King had their incidents, there were black rings around Mikoto's eyes. It had been days since he had his peaceful sleep and his lack of sleep worsened after the night in the stadium. Kusanagi did not know what kind of nightmare that regularly haunted his dreams, but he was convinced that the Red King was quite concerned of losing control of his power and unintentionally devoured everything he loved and vowed to protect in the moment of recklessness and false bliss of supremacy. Mikoto was currently too absorbed in his rage that he could not contain the flame inside his soul and now he had no one to turn in case the worst case happened. Mikoto must have realized it completely, and that must be the whole reason for his restless slumber. He was treading on the thin line, and was spending extra energy in being extremely careful not to lose himself even in his imaginary worlds.
When the nightmare took quite a toll on Mikoto's mind, Anna would slip inaudibly under the blanket to sleep on Mikoto's side, hoping him to share the pain and his fear to her. Mikoto would simply rest his hand on her silvery hairs, before he feigned a sleep just to soothe her. She noticed his kindness, and her heart cried for that. But Anna would also pretend not to become aware of his sweet lies so Mikoto would not be concerned for her. Even if he was on the path to Hell, she needed to be there to tell him that she would be his faithful companion, and he was not alone, no matter where their destination was. And with that, Mikoto would wield all of his willpower so not to lose his self-control and drag her down to annihilation along with him.
By the end of the day, none of them actually got a wink of sleep. He was certain that the red-head man would find some solace in her affection. But he could not say with confident that her little dam would be able to hold Mikoto's flame for forever.
The next day after those agitated nights, the red-head man would be nowhere to be found around HOMRA's comfortable cushions or his favorite nap spots. Kusanagi had his suspicion that his King had gone to Gold King's residence for more than obvious reason, however he never tried to pry on. The amber-haired bartender would not comment on his constant disappearance either, since he always looked much calmer as he returned so it must have good influence to him. Any scrap of comfort Mikoto needed, they would give it to him.
It pained Kusanagi to realize that on this moment, he could not do much to extinguish the source of Mikoto's anxiety. His King had always feared his power and what it was capable of, but he had been more indulgent to himself when he found his restrain. Munakata Reishi had always been Mikoto's emergency brake for more than once, to Kusanagi's dislike. As much as Kusanagi resented for not being able to help Mikoto during those critical moments, he knew that he had no such resolve to harm Mikoto in order to stop him. HOMRA would always be MIkoto's solace; to put comfort to his fire and let it lit warm. But when the fire went wild, only water could fight against fire to douse it.
Now that they had run out of water, they could only pray that the smoldering fire was not ignited.
Kuroh shook his head in disapproval. "It is reckless! You realize that he has been putting a high bounty over your head, right?" He grabbed the younger man's shoulder firmly and stared directly into his amber eyes. "Before you could even talk to him, he would kill you!"
Isana gave a little smile before he hid his expression under the shade of his red umbrella. "I have to do this." His voice quivered a bit as he declared his determination, "I don't remember much, but I'm sure I have to clear everything up to restart my life with a clean slate. Or else I could not even move forward."
The pink-haired strain embraced his limb with her slender arms, trying to show her support for his decision. Isana turned his head to her and rewarded her with a thankful smile. The black-haired vassal could only sigh in defeat and rubbed his forehead, trying to ease the growing headache to no avail. "So what is your plan?"
He whirled around with his umbrella blocking the sunlight behind him with a lopsided smile. "Isn't it obvious? I need Red King's phone number."
"Can't we just contact the Blue Clansmen instead? They have more authority in Shizume City's security." Kuroh suggested for an alternative. As much as he was against the idea of involving either Blue or Red Clan, it was always better not to be related to a King and currently only Blue Clan did not have their King. It seemed the rumor was to be true that he was injured mortally from an incident involving the old Isana Yashiro since so far Blue King had never been seen on the field though Red King recently was quite active.
The silver-haired student only shook his head calmly as he twirled his umbrella. "It won't do. If what you have said is true, that the man on that plane is truly the first, Silver King, then they would not even have power or courage to get an audience with him without using another King's authority."
"But still, what makes you think that he would even listen to you?"
Isana was quiet for a moment before he finally answered firmly, "if I have offered myself in exchange, they would be less likely to decline, no?"
Kuroh was about to open his mouth to retort, but Isana put his finger on his lips. It brought slight blush on Colorless King's vassal's cheeks. "It doesn't mean that I will surrender myself willingly without making things clear first. It's just a tactic to get Red Clans to move."
The Black Dog looked so displeased that he wished he could knock some sense into Isana's mind that he was playing a dangerous game and the bet he had stacked up was carelessly too high. But the possible successor of Colorless King would not change his plan. This man was quite an enigma to him. At first, he thought of him nothing more than an evil King that he had to get rid of, according to the last will of his previous master. When he encountered him for the first time, he thought of him nothing but a liar. Now that he had acquainted with him for several, precious days, he found him to be the most mysterious riddle he had to solve by far. Isana was indeed a smart liar, with excellent silver-tongue capability. But he was also compassionate, and seemed to be a lonely existence, wanting nothing much more than the presence of others. It was difficult for him to think of such a man as a cold-heart perpetrator, who was rumored to have had tried to kill HOMRA's member and injured the Blue King. Nevertheless, he still could not figure out what kind of person Isana Yashiro was and how he would think.
He closed his eyes and exhaled, "Consider it done. Just don't get killed before I finish my evaluation of you."
Isana replied him with his rarest smile of gratitude, to Kuroh's embarrassment. "Thank you, Kuroh."
Anna dropped her crimson marbles on the city map with Kusanagi by her side when suddenly the older male received a phone call. The little strain did not even avert her eyes from the map, concentrating fully to use her ability to locate their target. The red marbles circled around leisurely on the map, as if substituting her eyes to search every nook of the city. They kept moving around without focus, trying to find the faint trail of the enemy.
Kusanagi was quiet for a moment when he listened from the caller before he chuckled softly, "So they finally make a move? I thought they would be smarter enough to remain low as we seek for them."
Yata leaned on the wall of a small, dark alley, as he replied to his phone. "Yeah, they said that it was the Black Dog who attacked them."
"I wonder what their intention is…"
The red vanguard pondered for a moment before he decided to give him all information he knew. "The Black Dog only took their phones though. Maybe they are trying to contact us?"
Kusanagi walked to the long table in his bar and sat on one of the empty stool, tapping his finger on his chin while another hand still held the phone next to his ear. While Yata had made a valid reason, but the risk would not outweigh the benefit, no matter how he saw it. "They know that we are putting a high bounty over his head. It will be unreasonable unless they need us for a favor."
Yata pulled out a small note from his pocket and wondered if it was a message. "They left a message though. It says 14:00"
Kusanagi brushed his hair with his fingers in frustration. "Maybe they will do something on that hour. Thanks for your hard work, Yata. I'll call you later."
"Sure." And the line went dead.
Kusanagi flipped the cover of his phone and walked to Anna's side. "You can stop, Anna."
She stopped abruptly on her attempt and turned her face to him questioningly. Her big, ruby eyes never failed to always enchant him with their mesmerizing light. He smiled gently and offered his hand in front of her like a proper gentleman, to lead her to Mikoto's room where he would high likely nap. "I think he will try to contact us to get close to Mikoto. Let's just wait with him, 'kay?"
She nodded a little and obediently let herself being led to second floor to Mikoto's bedroom.
The wooden stairs creaked a little as they climbed up to reach the hallway on second floor. On the end of the hallway, the bright light leaked out from open room. When they were close to the door of the most corner chamber, Kusanagi let go of her hand, to let the little strain make her short sprint to Mikoto's side before him. The amber-haired bartender chuckled at her innocently adorable behavior, like a kitten looking for its master eagerly.
When he entered the room, there were already three people inside. Mikoto laid his head on Totsuka's lap, while the latter was also in the middle of reading his novel, thus he placed his book on Mikoto's forehead. The red king did not bother to push aside the book out of his face, so Totsuka concluded that Mikoto only seek for a quiet company, and he resumed his reading. The young man flipped his book at his own leisure pace in tranquil silence, while the other arm was still immobile in its cast. His hair glowed like a golden halo as the daylight stream inside the room through the glass window. The youngest strain had just joined the little party, and she climbed up the bed before she curled up next to Mikoto, while leaning her head slightly to Totsuka's thigh.
The golden-head man laughed quietly at their behaviors, seeking for warmth and closure while napping like domestic cats. Totsuka then raised his eyes to meet Kusanagi with a gentle smile. "How about you join us on this little bed?"
Kusanagi snorted in good humor and walked inside. "Nah, it will be a pain in the ass to buy a new one if this one breaks."
The young man then laughed at his response and tapped lightly on Mikoto's forehead with the cover of his book. He gazed down at the crimson-haired man, and chided him gently. "You heard him, King. This bed won't survive our weights."
Mikoto only replied with a soft groan before he rose from his slumber and sat down on the edge of the bed on Totsuka's side. His eyes were still half-closed as he was not fully awake from his nap. As much as he would like to let him taking his sweet time to return to reality, Kusanagi did not have that much time to announce their discovery since it was almost the hour mentioned in the small paper left by Yatogami Kuroh. Without much regret, he closed the door behind him and relayed what he had just heard from Yata. "The Black Dog appears in the city."
And with that single line, Mikoto abruptly turned his head to face Kusanagi and he was fully alert. "What?" Mimicking his response, Anna also pulled her body up from the bed and put her legs dangling on the bed side.
Kusanagi leaned his back on the wooden door and flipped out his phone. "He confronts one of our people, takes his phone and leaves us a note with 14:00 written on it. I don't know what they're trying to accomplish by doing so though. I assume they want to tell you something."
The atmosphere in the chamber was suddenly suffocating that Totsuka decided to ease down some tension by standing up in front of his family on the bed and patting on both Mikoto and Anna's heads alternately. "Come on, don't be so serious. No one would want to talk to you if you put such murderous look, King!"
Mikoto threw him a short glare that the latter put a hand in front of his chest in fake defense, as he laughed without a shred of fear apparent in his face. Sometimes Kusanagi was more than amazed of the blonde's courage in facing Mikoto's explosive temper. He was never afraid to speak of his mind, even if that would earn him a painful lump on his head.
Totsuka reproached him sternly with a smile on his lips. "You will not gain anything if you just brashly act. Let's talk to him first."
"He hurt you," Mikoto muttered under his breath.
Totsuka spread his unwound arm optimistically as he answered back, "It doesn't matter! He might have a twin brother or a clone that actually did this. We might have chased down the wrong guy all this time. And maybe this guy is actually a good guy who wants to help us."
Kusanagi coughed weakly at that. "Totsuka, I think you read too much crime novels…"
The blonde then enthusiastically strode to him and grabbed the bartender's shoulder almost too seriously for a person like Totsuka. His eyes twinkled with passion. "The detective should never be deceived by what he wanted to see."
Anna absentmindedly clapped her hands for his sudden exclaim at improper time. Kusanagi stared at the young girl in distress, who only replied him with an innocent look, as if saying 'Why? He is making a good statement.' It was foolish of him to think that Anna would help him to knock some sense on Totsuka's naïve brain. The one principal that all HOMRA would know was that Anna would always side with Totsuka. And Mikoto.
The silence was almost unbearable for a moment before Mikoto finally sighed in defeat and pulled out his phone out of his pocket. He simply stared at it for moment in conflict, before he thrust it to Kusanagi. "Fine. But you talk."
Kusanagi exhaled, surrendering to his fate being the mediator. Again. But it was always his specialization since he was doing better job at conversation a lot better than his King. "Here goes nothing." He took Mikoto's phone and leaned back against the wall as they waited for the time to pass.
Without wasting any second of it, Totsuka flipped open again his book and started to read without care of current situation while Anna scooted closer to him to see what had been occupying his mind all this noon. Ignoring those two, Mikoto lied down again on the bed and feigned some sleep behind them. The blond bartender himself started to play with his phone to spend time, sending plain chat to random girls he did not really recall their faces (because Seri was too busy these days, she declared that she would ignore all his advances and text messages in such cold manner).
Ticking clock in the room was too loud to ignore when silence resided on it. After minutes passing almost painfully, the needles of the clock pointed at twelve and two. Totsuka glanced on his King's tense back, knowing perfectly that waiting was getting on the latter's nerve. However, one minute had passed and nothing yet happened. Not even a call from the other members had reached them.
Kusanagi was about to talk to them that it was probably a hoax when suddenly the phone in his hand vibrated, to his surprise. The three of them instantly stared at him, almost saying to him to take the phone call wordlessly. He nodded back to them and flipped up the phone, putting it on speaker mode so his King could also listen to their conversation. "Yes, this is Kusanagi speaking."
A soft voice belonged to a young teenage boy could be heard as expected. "Ah? Kuroh, what should I do? I think I have dialed the wrong number …"
The rest of them looked confused. The caller seemed to be rather absentminded to speak so nonchalantly in such serious situation, to a King no less. Anna tilted her head almost in wonder since his voice did not even sound malice. But Mikoto could easily recognize the owner of that voice that his eyes glowered like an aggravated lion.
Kusanagi coughed for an awkward moment and replied politely, "Yes, this is Suoh Mikoto's phone. But he is not available for a moment, so his phone is in my possession. Do you want to leave a message?" While answering, he typed some messages on his own phone and delivered it to the other Red Clansmen to use their GPS to pinpoint the culprit's location.
"Hmmm..." The respondent trailed off for a bit, that the bartender was almost afraid that the latter would turn the call off immediately before they could even locate his location from GPS on the stolen phone. "Oh well, it's already troublesome for Kuroh to get me this phone, so I better do my work, right? Then, could you please let me talk to him?"
"I told you that he is currently busy. You may talk to me."
"You are Kusanagi Izumo, the right-hand of Red King, right? I think, it's okay if I just talk to you." The young student asked cheerily. Somehow his airy spirit reminded him of someone who was currently sitting on the bed in front of him with his book on his lap. Totsuka only returned his glance with a questioning look.
"I'll keep it brief. There is a man in an airship, who is directly involved in that attempted murder investigation, especially regarding my treatment as a suspect when I know nothing about it."
"Well, I think we have more than enough proof of your guilt, don't you think?" The blonde sneered automatically. "To tell us that you know nothing of being the perpetrator is ridiculous. You even try to pin the blame on other person who is not related to the case, that's really low."
He could hear the rustling sound of clothes from the other side of the phone call. The culprit must have shrugged at his accusation. "Well, you may not believe me after watching that video record. But I speak the truth when I tell you that I know nothing about it. And I actually have an alibi that I was in the presence of that man in the airship that night."
Kusanagi was absolutely not prepared for the conversation to take a turn to this. Why did he suddenly speak of the legendary first and Silver King? "Don't you know who that man is in the airship?"
The latter chuckled as he answered back carelessly. "You might say I got the crash course on him."
"Then it would be foolish of you to claim your innocence just by telling us that you are acquainted with such important person on that night." Kusanagi fixed his dark eyeglasses and tried not to sound threatening enough to scare the young student. "It would be best if you just turn yourself in and take responsibility for your mistake."
"Hmm…I doubt you will let me live long enough to scream my innocence." Isana stopped for a brief moment before he finally attempted to negotiate. "That's why I'll surrender myself if you help me to meet that man in the airship. How is that?"
Kusanagi glanced toward Mikoto's golden eyes and his King only watched at him impassively, as if asking why he would keep the conversation when they should just chase and pin him down. Without doubt, the Red King had no interest in bargaining with the culprit. But the blonde could not let the opportunity to slip. Some things were better done in negotiation instead of in battlefield.
"I can't help but wonder why you would go to such extent to meet that man. I should tell you in advance that your demand is too high, for a criminal like you. I'm pretty sure that you and your accomplices will turn your back from your promise once we have fulfilled your demand." Kusanagi retorted almost in hurry. He was not even sure why he would even let himself to be talked into negotiation by this evil man, but his gut feeling told him that he was making a good judgment if they want to capture their prey.
Isana could only laugh weakly and scratched his head timidly at that. "So little trust, but maybe I got carried away."
Kusanagi was about to trust his mind and cancel off their deal when he felt a tug on his sleeve of the arm which held the PDA. Totsuka stared at him with firm determination, signaling for him to agree with Isana's term. He watched at the naïve man almost exasperatedly. Even Mikoto seemed to be cynical to compromise with the one he had tried so hard to find and kill. Even if they did agree to his request, how should HOMRA accomplish that? It would be a different story for Scepter 4 since they had legal authority over the whole Shizume City's security and the Blue King was well-known among HOMRA to be the true head of state, under the firm surveillance of Gold King, instead of the prime minister. He would easily talk it to the Gold King and tweak some rules to his benefit. But for a small organization like HOMRA in political world, they had no card to get an audience with Silver King officially and it would mean slavery days for him again to do it through illegal manner without getting captured by official officers.
Totsuka was impatient by Kusanagi's delayed decision that he hastily snatched the phone from his hand and answered rashly, "We accept your term!"
The responder was stunned for a moment. "Huh? Ehh…who is this?"
Kusanagi immediately attempted to take back the phone from Totsuka's possession while being mindful of his wounds, but the lean man was quick to evade him and they started the chasing game inside the small room. Mikoto sighed in annoyance while Anna smiled at the sight. This was supposed to be a grave situation, yet the atmosphere certainly was not felt like one and Totsuka was the one responsible for it.
"Forgive my rudeness, I'm Totsuka Tatara. I'm supposed to be dead that night if you were to succeed if you are truly the culprit."
"Ehh?!" The young student nearly yelled in surprise on the phone. "You are still alive!? Thank goodness…I thought you were dead that they were all hunting me down."
"Well, I'm not the only one hurt that night, so King was angry." Totsuka laughed as he pushed panicking Kusanagi away with his leg since his other arm was still fixated. From the corner of his eyes, he could feel the rising irritation out of embarrassment emanating from Mikoto, so he decided to shut up. "Anyway, I said that we would help you to question the man in the airship. In exchange, you and your friend will turn yourself in and tell us the truth on that night, right?"
"Yeah. That's the deal."
Kusanagi felt his own phone vibrating, and read the messages that they were about to corner him in a Tokyo Expressway. He gave a curt nod to Totsuka and the blonde pouted a bit before he returned the PDA to him. The line went dead when the phone was in his hand.
"Why would you strike a deal with him? He will just deceive us like he always does." Kusanagi crossed the PDA back to Mikoto's face before the red-haired man took and pocketed it silently. "And now thanks to your blabbering mouth, he also finds out that you are still alive and might try to hurt you again."
Totsuka shrugged and flopped down on the bed beside Anna. "We don't know for sure. If he does try again, I will be the bait so we can capture him. Even I, myself want to know what has happened on that night since I cannot remember. Maybe we can interrogate him if we can arrange a meeting with him."
"Are you crazy? We won't let you meet him, that's for sure." Kusanagi jabbed the blonde's forehead a little bit too hard that he had intended as a warning. "Now you just stay still here with Anna."
Not long after their arguments, his cell phone kept ringing. From the caller address, it should be from Red Clans. He hurriedly pressed the accept button and instinctively said, "Yes, Kusanagi speaking."
"Sorry, Kusanagi-san…They are using dummy. We got tricked."
He scratched his hair and sighed with a little smile. "Well, he is smart. Just return to the bar." After he put away his phone, he shrugged and walked closer to the edge of the bed with a guilty tone. "Sorry, Mikoto. They get away again."
The red-haired king lithely moved out of the bed and made his way out through the door. As he passed by his best friend, he tapped lightly on his shoulder as if saying 'don't worry about it'. Kusanagi quietly let him leave while Totsuka tilted his head and smiled at them.
"I would have to refuse that proposal." Seri nearly sighed with a resigned look, so much like she wanted nothing more but slept and forgot all her troubles away in her dreams. "I do not have such authority, even as the second commander of Scepter 4."
With the free time she currently had, she understood well that she should be on her home now and took any little sleep she could get instead of idling and drinking her alcohol in her favored bar (since only here she could get her personal favorite drink with extra red beans). Izumo watched her sympathetically, and resumed wiping his crystal glasses. "Anyway, you should get some rest, Seri. You look like you are going to collapse anytime soon."
The blonde beauty closed her eyes for a brief moment and her lips quirked up into a soft smile. Izumo immediately stopped whatever he had been doing in order to observe the rare, pretty sight and burned into his memories. Seri dressed rather plain, a silky white dress up to her thigh, yet her beauty would not pale in her choice of fashion. A simple pearl necklace adorned her ivory neck, gleaming like moonstones under the gold light on the bar table. Her golden, wavy hair fell on the sides of her face and to her naked, white shoulders. He could smell faintly of florid scent from her, making him wonder if he she washed her hair before she came here. And thinking of her that way actually embarrassed him.
He stole a glance on his regular customer who currently was taking her sweet time to rest her eyes. There were pretty girls surrounding him, constantly pestering him, but none of them was as intriguing as Seri and none of them could make him feel something more than a flicker of interest like Seri did. Her demeanor was often said as a cold woman, though he understood very well that she was instead quite passionate with every aspects of her life like a burning fire he always loved. If only she was not too fascinated by Blue King's charisma, he wondered if she would join HOMRA. Such idea did not fit well even for him though, since she was too responsible and virtuous with her justice to join the Red Clan.
The current Seri appeared to be fragile, as if she was walking on the thin strand that was about to snap and his protective side instinctively took over. It took all his moderation not to embrace her right away and earned him a slap on his cheek. Izumo knew the importance of her King to boost her confidence and her fortitude to serve the public without asking for reward. However, the Blue King was no longer on her side to support her dignity, and he was not there to inspire her or to praise for her work. Izumo sometimes wondered if she was actually considering of Munakata Reishi as a respected figure much like a father that she was trying so hard to please and be acknowledged of. Such thought actually made him pretty jealous. There was nothing more beautiful in the world than being the most important person in his beloved's world.
Nonetheless for their romantic matter, he guessed that he had to share that world after all, just like how she had to share his love for her and HOMRA. But then no one could live in such a small world, existed with only two, no matter how you loved the other anyway.
Breaking their tranquility time, he leaned forward above the bar table which had been separating them, and brushed lightly her soft cheek with the back of his hand as their forehead nearly collided into each other. "Seri, but that person seems to be related to the case on that night. Mikoto has agreed to be responsible if problem arises with the Gold King, but we cannot approach the plane on the sky without getting shot by self-defense force first or your help."
A pair of blue eyes fluttered open and gazed down into his depth of soul. Izumo could see all the fear and hesitation in her mind. "I-I cannot sullen the name of Scepter 4 when he is not present. It's not my role to decide, Izumo. And this is not such a trivial matter." She did not move away to distance herself, so Izumo deliberately allowed himself to take her cold hands in his to give her some self-assurance.
"Then you will not take any liability for it. That should do for you, right?"
"What?" She tried to pull away her hands from his grasp in her surprise, but he would not let her go before he could finish his words.
"I'm saying that we only need you to allow us to steal some of your helicopters."
"Why should you be here anyway?" The red vanguard glowered at his nemesis. He did not understand when he started to bark at his ex-friend impulsively on sight. Back then on the high school, his eyes would always wander to catch his figure and follow him devotedly like he was his only world. Now he could only see red whenever his once-best friend appeared before him.
Saruhiko glanced at Misaki for a brief moment before he fixed his uniform and flippantly ignored his rage. "Commander may have told us to let you hooligans take some of our helicopters for a desperate mission, but I will not let you destroy our resources because of your idiocy. Scepter 4 members will pilot our helicopters. You only have to enjoy the ride."
"What the hell?! Who are you calling stupid!?" Misaki abruptly grabbed the black-haired teen's collar.
Saruhiko sneered and fixed his eyeglasses, completely unfazed by the intimidation. "Well, do you even know how to pilot a helicopter, Mi-sa-kiii?"
"Urgh…" Misaki reflexively took a step backward, indirectly giving the answer that the latter had asked. He wanted so much to punch of that smug-smiling face. "It would be as easy as in the game! I only need some practice!"
The blue soldier slapped his forehead and sighed soundly. "…I'll fly it." Before the man of his interest could retort back, he added quickly with sharp glare visible through his eyeglasses. "And that's final."
The red-haired teen stomped away in rage; nevertheless he made his way to the inside of his appointed helicopter. He crossed his hands in front of his chest, and a look of grudge was quite evident on his face though he made sure not to even spare a look at the black-haired teen. Saruhiko only snorted with a little laugh and followed his ex-friend.
His long silver hair glimmered under the light of full moon casted through the glass window of his plane. A wicked smile appeared in his handsome face and with obvious glee; and he grabbed the smooth-skin of a woman's hand in his. He swiftly twirled the broken female doll in his arms and they danced like an insane couple in a mad party. As his feet tapped on the floor, several screens lighted up, showing the city's night view.
He was quite entertained with this sudden change of event. Finally the Blue Clan made his move, and he wondered if the Blue King actually survived the fall. Nevertheless he should probably not be able to put up much resistance if he was chasing him now due to the damage on that calamity night. They might be Kings, but their bodies were still mortals, except for the first and only Silver King. There was no way the Blue King could recover from his injury with just several weeks.
The silver-haired man embraced the woman in his arms and smiled at his brilliance. He might have failed to kill that red clan member, but that man had served him well for his success to inflict critical injury on Blue King. Now it would be his best chance to cause chaos and get that Blue Aura as his own. After all, the Red Clan was probably too occupied in chasing the real Silver King by now. Once he had consumed the power of Blue King, he would have equal footing in fighting the Red King to weaken him and possess his Red Aura as well. His wish for world domination would no longer out of his reach.
The sudden bright white light streamed inside the plane through the glasses and blinded the plane owner. Instead of being afraid, the silver-haired man thrust his arms up to the air with a happy cackle as if the light was for his party. "Closer! Closer!"
And without a shred of tact, he pressed the button and the loud sound of explosion followed afterward as if a big firework had just blasted into the distant air. The historical plane soon was engulfed in fire as it fell and crashed down to the earth it had departed for years. The silver glasses shattered and rained upon him, scratching him all over his fair skin. "Tsk, as I expected. This body no longer possesses his immortality." He talked to himself in annoyance and glanced up at the bright, white moon with utter joy. "Now, let's start the party! We've been postponing it way too long! I'm coming for you, my dear Blue princess."
End note: Forgive me for the lack of Reishi in this chapter. I promise you excessive Mikorei on the next one. *bows* And from here on, this fic will not collide with the anime any longer.
VioletKing: Nahh, there are still more chapters coming…I don't think 2 chapters will be enough to reach the ending. But well, the ending will come anyhow or else this story will become crappy. XD (since I suck at making long story) Thanks for the support! Hope you will also read this one~
viviane1993: Hahaha, well, I'm a heavy fan of Mikorei too, so don't you worry about the pairing. I just don't like uke being too uke (but I like them being tsundere like Misaki D ) so I just hope even Reimiko fan would not be too sad. And I'm terribly sorry for breaking my words that I would update in two weeks. Apparently I had too much things to catch up in real life previously. But this time, I assure you, I will update lots faster because I won't be as busy as months before. Please forgive me and keep supporting me? T_T
AkiFushi: Wah, you make me so happy and embarrassed. Thank you for kindly telling me that the previous chapter also pleases you! I hope this one will be much better than previous one. Sad enough, Isana will be still running around even on this chapter but he is swift like a mouse so…LOL, I'm so happy to find that you also have the same guilty pleasure as mine! I also love the bromance among Scepter 4. XD
midnights-dawn: Thank you, I'm glad you love this story! Heheh, don't worry; I make this fic because we have too much tragic ending fics and I have enough of all this heartbreaking stories. Please bear with me and read this until the end? It will make me quite happy :D
Guest: Here is the update~! Thanks for your support, I mean it!